I want to say yes. I want to feel his lips on mine, to let the tension between us snap and dissolve into something more.
What will happen if I give in?
I thought I hated him… then why? Why is it so hard to refuse? His lips quirk into a half-smile, that dangerous, knowing smile that always makes my stomach flip.
"You're thinking too much, Eva," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "All I asked was whether you want me to kiss you."
I blink a few times, thinking about his words thoroughly. Then I force a scowl, narrowing my eyes.
"No. Get off me, Mr. Psycho Alpha,"
He chuckled before getting off of me slowly, his eyes scanned the surrounding before saying,
"Let me tell you one thing, don't get out of this place until I tell you to. There is a whole lot of trouble waiting for you outside."
His face darkened and something about it made me intrigued. Great. Now all I want to do is get out of this place.
"Don't tell me what to do. Just because you're an Alpha, I won't be at your feet."
I turn on my heels, walking towards the exit. I can hear him sigh behind me before I hear his deep enriched laughter.
What a maniac.
"Do you even know the way back to your room?"
I stop on my tracks as a low growl escapes my lips, he laughs even harder. I swear I heard about him being a ruthless Alpha then why does he keep being more idiotic every passing second?
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The night engulfed the whole place. I could hear the howling of the wolves outside, it sounds dangerous but it won't stop me from what I'll be doing now.
Throwing the rope—made of bedsheets and other clothes I found in the dusty old closet—out of the window, I slowly and carefully climb down. The height wasn't even scary, I was afraid of nothing.
A few moments later, my feet meet the ground and I let a slow 'Yes' out of my mouth. Good thing Mr. Psycho Alpha isn't home today.
Shifting to my wolf, I stretch and let out a loud howl. God, I missed my wolf. Taking a dash towards the forest, I wished for no trouble ahead. Not like I'm afraid of trouble anyways. I'm a strong woman and I'll—
Oops.
Angry, golden eyes, multiple of them staring right back at me. Werewolves.
I let out a howl, to let them know I'm one of them. Harmless. I saw one of them shifting and walking towards me.
"You're the girl Alpha Damien has requested to keep an eye on."
What? Why?
Without any hesitation, I took charge towards them and started to fight them. No one touched me, they just tried to keep me in place without harming me.
Good thing.
Scratching their faces, I run past them and out of the place. Behind me, I could hear footsteps but I didn't stop. I kept running until a big, white wolf, obsidian eyes stopped before me.
There was blood on his shirt—not his, I hoped—and his voice was ice when he spoke.
"You're coming back."
"No." My voice trembled before I could steady it. "You can't keep me like some… pet."
His eyes flickered, just for a second. "You think that's what this is?"
I didn't answer. My fists clenched at my sides. I backed up a step, my heart a wild thing, but he moved faster. He was in front of me in a blink, his hand closing around my wrist—not harsh, but firm enough to make panic rise in my throat.
"Let go," I whispered.
"No." His voice was quieter now, but more dangerous. "You could've been killed."
"Better than being trapped."
His jaw ticked. I could see the war in his eyes, the storm beneath the surface. Part of him was the Alpha, furious at disobedience. The other… I didn't know. Something softer. Something that looked at me like I mattered.
I didn't give him a chance to choose.
With a cry, I lashed out, my nails raking across his cheek. His head snapped to the side, and I saw the blood bloom in angry red lines across his skin. For a moment, everything was still.
He turned back to me slowly, his hand falling away from my wrist. My heart was still racing, but now… it wasn't just fear. It was something deeper. Hotter.
He looked at me like I was more than trouble.
"You scratched me," he murmured, touching his face. Then, with a crooked smile, "You know what that means in my world, right?"
I blinked. "I don't care what it means."
"Maybe not yet," he said, stepping closer. "But you will."
The heat in his voice made me forget how cold it was out here. I hated the way my body reacted, the way the air seemed to pulse between us. I should run. I should. But I didn't move.
"Why won't you just let me go?" I asked, softer this time.
He looked at me like I was the only thing that existed. "Because you're special."
My breath caught.
His words settled over me like a chain—heavy, binding.
You're special.
I wanted to scream at him, to tell him I wasn't some object he could cage some prize he could keep locked away.
But I didn't.
Because I could feel it too—the strange pull between us, the invisible thread tying me to him, no matter how hard I tried to sever it.
"You don't own me," I said, but my voice cracked halfway through.
Damien's eyes softened. Just a little. "I'm not trying to own you, Eva. I'm trying to protect you."
"By locking me up?" I stepped back. "You don't get to call that protection. That's control."
He didn't answer. He just looked at me like I was a question he hadn't figured out how to ask. And it infuriated me.
"I should've let your guards break my ribs," I muttered.
His lip curled, the hint of a smirk twitching at the edge. "They wouldn't have laid a hand on you."
"Because you ordered them not to?"
"Because I would've ripped them apart if they did."
No words escaped my mouth and I stood there like a statue.
This man is Hella confusing.